Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

Yan Nansheng listened to the counselor's instructions and secretly planned his next move.

She knew that although this strategist was hateful, his intelligence was very important to the Daqing Dynasty.

After the strategist finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

He knew that he had no chance of survival.

His heart was filled with hatred towards Yan Nansheng, but he could do nothing about it.

He regretted his greed and stupidity. For the sake of high position and generous salary, he actually offended such a powerful monk.

You must know that in this continent with thin spiritual energy, there are very few people who can reach the threshold of spiritual practice.

Among the Taoist practitioners he knew, he was considered to be a man with profound Taoist knowledge.

Who would have known that there was such a person with profound Taoist skills hidden in Daqing.

Yan Nansheng looked at the counselor and said, "How can you, a cultivator, cultivate the Tao and slay demons with such little courage?"

The counselor lowered his head, speechless.

He knew that his monastic journey had come to an end.

His heart was filled with regret and self-blame, but it was too late.

Just as he thought, Yan Nansheng did not intend to keep an enemy who had hurt the Xie family until dawn.

The atmosphere in the tent was tense and depressing.

The Taoist priest was tied to a pillar, feeling the murderous intent emanating from Yan Nansheng, his face full of fear and disbelief.

"You can't kill me. You and I are both cultivators. Aren't you afraid of carrying karma?" The Taoist said in a trembling voice, with a hint of desperate pleading in his eyes.

Yan Nansheng looked disgusted and didn't want to say more to him. He snorted coldly and said, "Humph! Who told you that I am a cultivator?"

The Taoist priest widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"How is this possible! You clearly used Taoism to put me into an illusion!" His voice became sharp with fear, and his body struggled involuntarily, trying to break free from the restraints.

"Apart from Taoism, what other power can do this!" The Taoist shouted unwillingly, as if he had grasped the last straw.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear of the unknown.

Yan Nansheng looked at the Taoist priest's panic-stricken appearance and felt even more disgusted.

"Don't think that what you know is invincible. There are so many strange things in this world. Just because you don't know doesn't mean they don't exist. There is no point in saying more. Go down and find your ancestor to solve your doubts!"

Yan Nansheng's words were cold and resolute. She did not intend to let this Taoist priest die easily.

I just used my mental power to make him fall into an illusion. Others might not be able to see it, but Yan Nansheng saw it clearly on the space screen.

As a monk, he has no reverence for life and kills people of outstanding appearance at will out of jealousy.

The filth in his heart was revealed without any concealment, which made Yan Nansheng feel sick. It really brought discredit to those who practice Taoism.

I wonder if his ancestor’s coffin lid can still hold it down.

Yan Nansheng decided to give the other person a taste of his own medicine.

She used the magic array she learned from the Taoist priest to trap him inside.

In an instant, the Taoist's surroundings changed.

He seemed to be in a dark and terrifying world, surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere.

The Taoist priest looked at everything around him in horror, his eyes full of fear. He began to scream loudly and struggled desperately, trying to escape from this terrible place.

His body kept shaking and he waved his hands in the air as if he was driving away some invisible demon.

"Let me out! Let me out!" The Taoist's voice was shrill and desperate.

His face turned even paler, and his eyes were filled with madness.

He fled everywhere in the illusion, but could not find the exit.

As time went by, the Taoist's spirit gradually collapsed.

He started talking nonsense, crying and laughing at the same time, completely losing his mind.

His movements became more and more frantic, and he kept hitting the walls around him, trying to break this horrible illusion.

However, everything is in vain.

The fear and despair in the illusion array continued to erode the Taoist's mind, causing him to fall into endless pain.

In the end, the Taoist priest did not survive the time of an incense stick.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes empty and his breath weak.

His face was filled with fear and despair, as if he had experienced an unbearable nightmare.

Yan Nansheng looked at the miserable condition of the Taoist priest without a trace of pity in his heart.

She knew that the Taoist priest deserved his punishment. His actions had violated the original intention of practicing Taoism and brought pain and disaster to countless people.

In this world full of wars and conflicts, justice needs someone to uphold it.

Yan Nansheng sought justice for those innocent victims in his own way.

Mo Qing stood quietly by the side, watching Yan Nansheng subdue the middle-aged Taoist priest with mysterious means, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

He has known Yan Nansheng for many years and has witnessed her solving various difficult problems in mysterious and amazing ways time and time again.

At this moment, the mysterious power displayed by Yan Nansheng caused countless questions to surge in his mind, but he knew very well that everyone had their own secrets.

Although they are servants of the master, they are better than friends.

Over the years, Yan Nansheng has never taken the initiative to ask for his secrets, and he cherishes this respect very much.

He knew that no matter how curious he was, he couldn't pry into her secrets.

Mo Qing lowered his eyes slightly, quietly suppressed his curiosity, and focused on performing his duties.

In Jiuyou Prefecture, the people regard Yan Nansheng as a god.

Whenever Yan Nansheng appeared, the people's eyes were always filled with admiration and gratitude.

Mo Qing looked at the expressions of the people and was gradually affected.

Since the people admired her so much, he followed the local customs and treated Yan Nansheng with even more respect.

He believed that no matter what secrets Yan Nansheng had, her starting point was to protect everyone and to make the world a better place.

Yan Nansheng unknowingly became the patron saint of Jiuyou Mansion and later the entire Daqing, the only god in the hearts of the people.

She walked out of the tent and looked up at the starry sky. Although the Taoist priest was dead, the evil spirit in her heart had never dissipated, accumulating in her chest and disturbing her mind.

In an era where human life is worthless, she knows that she cannot be too obsessed with equality.

Even in the apocalyptic times of the previous life, there was a phenomenon where only the strong were respected.

However, the education he received in the civilized era before the end of the world was deeply engraved in Yan Nansheng's heart.

That was the time when Yan Nansheng felt the most peaceful and at ease in his two lifetimes.

Having seen the true prosperity, how can one easily accept the dirty and unknown dregs?

Since there are no gods in this world, I will become the one who creates gods.